new born buds

i walk the garden
it's void of life
and i left it all behind
one day months ago

or so i thought.

the rain fell lightly

softly

gently

upon the new born buds
and i held something
- never knowing what -
in my clumsy harsh hands

for one reason

or another

(the real reason is masked in excuses)

i turned my back
and walked away.

now, i go back
travelling the paths
i knew for but a short time

and i wonder

will the flowers ever look the same?